ex_finnish_604: (Everything may not be perfect)
[It had been weeks. Months, even. Two of them. Two months of smiling and going about life as normal aside from staying inside a little more often. Not much had changed, really. There were times he wished it would rain and times that all he wanted to do was stay outside and stare up at the perfect clouds all day. He continued to take saunas, mostly alone.

But today? Today was different, for Finland had decided to take some time to think alone outside, first on the porch before eventually settling on one of the old metal swings belonging to the park's vacant swingset. After all, the sun was beginning to set and all of the good little drone children had already run home to the scent of their smiling drone mothers' cooking. It would do for now. Only passerbys would notice him this way, men coming home from work or the occasional person going for a walk. It didn't matter, did it? No, of course not.

He draws circles in the dirt with the toe of his shoe, carefully inspecting the cross-shaped pendant in his hand. Though the bright smile Finland is known for is notably absent, his distant stare coupled with his expression don't seem to portray sadness as much as listless apathy or deep, deep thought. However, it's unusual to see him completely alone. Maybe company was really what he needed the most.]
ex_finnish_604: (Default)
[Late one Saturday evening, a rustle may be heard in the bushes near the high school.... and look! A white blur just came from nowhere and went through one of the school's open windows! Is it a ghost? A ninja? A robber? Close, but no. It's just Finland, who you may or may not have seen walking through the streets just minutes ago. No worries, the white is only from his button down shirt and argyle sweater vest. SO CLASSY.

In any case, he really did enter the high school through a first floor window and proceeded to search around for the chemistry lab-- which wasn't hard to find, surprisingly enough. The first thing he does is reach for the room's telephone (what do you mean 'for emergencies only'?) and place a call.


Does anyone know much about chemistr-- OHYAAAAAAAAAAA!

[And naturally, since this is Finland we're talking about, a crash is audible. Seeing as that he failed to turn on the lights and is looking through the glass bottles of chemicals anyway, it only makes sense that one would drop to the floor and break. Way to go, genius. Real smart there. The lights, however, soon flip on in one room of the school if you're around to see it.]
ex_finnish_604: (Many times I've cried but)
[A certain Finland is in the park, sitting cross-legged beneath a tree and making very meticulous small stitches in a fluffy material. His eyebrows are furrowed and he's trying very hard to be careful, yet there are bandages covering at least three of his fingers. The box of Band-Aids beside the bit of cotton and cloth scraps at his side seem to indicate that he's having the slightest bit of trouble.

He flinches as he pricks his finger with the needle once again, letting out a small cry in the process.]


Hemmetti!
ex_finnish_604: (Many times I've cried but)
[If you just so happen to be passing by the pet store, you may notice a certain heartbroken Finn persuading one of the drones to let him borrow the shop's phone. It's not unusual for him to look frantic, but.... In any case, here's your first phone call from Finland that doesn't involve screaming ignore the whining, Mayfield.]

SHE'S NOT HERE!
ex_finnish_604: (AWKWARD BED STARE)
[If anyone happens to be awake in the middle of the night, they're likely to hear a loud clatter as Finland's phone is flung from its receiver. A bit of mumbling can be heard from the other side of the line before the sheets rustle and footsteps can be heard. Treasure the brief moment of silence (or is that screaming in the background) that follows this, considering that--]

EEEEHHHHHHHHH?!  S-Swe--?!

Swe, what are you doing?!

[ooc: Sweden basically came in Finland's house and kidnapped his drone wife. That is, he literally put her over his shoulder and left the room.]
ex_finnish_604: (You kick up the leaves and)
[Even before he opened his eyes, it was apparent that something was wrong.

It wasn’t particularly unusual that he woke up alone. That is, to say, that he wasn’t being tightly clung to by a certain Sweden. However, if he awoke in the middle of the night, he’d often find himself unable to move after being caught in the arms (“choked by” may be a more appropriate term, though this was clearly not the other’s intention) of the aforementioned Swede and forced himself to sleep again. Not that he’d care to see Sweden’s scary half-asleep expression in the middle of the night anyway. He thankfully missed it in the morning, in any case, considering that Sweden tended to wake up and make breakfast before Finland could so much as roll over. It wasn’t exactly startling that Sweden wasn’t beside him.

Upon shuffling his feet, however, the absence of a puppy near them caused a bit more confusion. Hana-Tamago usually stayed asleep until Finland did, if not longer. Maybe Sweden decided to walk her earlier than usual. And Sealand? The absence of screaming meant that he was still asleep. He had stayed up late watching cartoons again, hadn’t he? That had to be it, right?

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t come up with reasons why he was unable to pick up the familiar scent of cinnamon and lingonberry that always wafted around the house during the early morning hours. Why the quilt Sweden had made was absent, why the sun seemed brighter than usual even behind closed eyelids, why it seemed abnormally warm in this room, why the bed creaked when he rolled over. And no matter how hard he tried to go back to sleep, how much he wanted to wake up back in his own bed, he eventually gave in and slowly opened his eyes.

This wasn’t his house, Sweden’s house. This definitely wasn’t Denmark’s house or Russia’s house. Not even Norway’s or Iceland’s houses came anything close to this. This wasn’t a dream. This wasn’t some kind of cruel trick or joke, right? Even his clothes were different, and the voices from downstairs were strikingly unfamiliar. If that was the case, this could only mean…. Oh dear Odin, there’s no way. He rushes over to the phone on the nearby nightstand, dialing a number and fumbling to pick up the receiver.

1. No dialtone.
2. Finn drops said phone, leaving it hanging from the nightstand by its cord.
3. ….Cover your ears, everyone.]


OHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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